Entrant's Name
Lianna Young

Animal Bio
Meet Oakley, the Dashing Dandelion Destroyer
Once upon a wag, in a land not so far away (probably near your back porch), a ridiculously handsome, slightly unhinged, utterly lovable rescue dog trotted into the hearts of his forever humans. His name? Oakley.
But Oakley has more aliases than a spy in a dog park. Depending on the situation, he goes by:
Oaks when he’s chill (rare)
Roakie Dokes when he’s in wiggle mode
Dingus when he eats a wasp (again)
Dingo Dog during the zoomies
Roakies when he’s flopped upside down, dreaming of belly rubs
Oakies when he’s being especially sweet and just a little bit pathetic
To everyone, he’s simply… such a Good Boy!
Oakley is the kind of dog who turns heads—then immediately does something ridiculous that makes you laugh. His fur is the perfect mix of rugged outdoorsman and “rolled in something questionable,” with a rich, reddish-gold coat that glows in the sun.
He’s often mistaken for a fox, and frankly? He leans into it. Mysterious woodland creature? Sure. Secret forest prince? Absolutely. He’s got the look—and he knows it.
His tail wags like a sentient pool noodle, and his long, silky, floppy ears each look like they’ve been dipped in ink. The ombré fade is so flawless, it could’ve been done by a high-end stylist.
His eyes are melted chocolate—full of love, mischief, and “I’m about to do something I definitely shouldn’t.”
No one knows exactly where Oakley came from, but there are whispers he once tried to chase a flock of pigeons into the sunset. He failed, gloriously.
The moment he arrived in his forever home, he acted like he owned the place. Couch claimed. Demanded belly rubs. Game on.
Oakley’s Favorite Things
Bug-Hunting
Flies, wasps, bees—he’s not picky. Oakley spins, leaps, and chomps at the air with deranged determination.
But when he actually catches one? Absolute disaster. If stung, he becomes a Victorian widow in mourning: howling, crying, flopping dramatically, and carrying on for hours. He’s convinced it’s the end every single time.
Rabbit & Squirrel Chasing
Every walk is a high-stakes wildlife chase. Rabbits, squirrels, rustling leaves—it doesn’t matter. He’s off like a cartoon blur. He’s never caught anything, but he believes in the mission. Dingo Dog Mode: always on standby.
Cat-Stalking
Cats are mysterious and possibly evil. Oakley’s not quite sure what they are, but he knows they must be chased. Loudly. Passionately. Without thinking it through.
Car Drama King
When the car is parked? Oakley loves it. He jumps in like he’s about to hit the open road in a convertible.
Then the car starts moving.
And he transforms into a tragic opera singer. Howling, squealing, and moaning like the GPS betrayed him. His humans have tried soothing music, gentle words, snacks—nothing helps.
He loves the idea of the car. Just not the motion. Traveling with Roakie Dokes is less “road trip” and more “emotional experience.”
Say “walk” or “belly rub” and Oakley’s entire body starts wagging. He does the Happy Prance—a full-body, high-stepping, sneeze-filled parade of joy.
Once he’s on his back, belly up and ears flopped dramatically, he’s not moving until your hands are in position. He takes rub time very seriously.
Social Butterfly… Kind Of
Oakley loves his people—his humans are his world. He leans into them like he’s trying to physically merge with their legs. Eye contact? Intense. Personal space? Not a concept he recognizes.
Strangers? Adults are tolerated with tail wags and cautious optimism.
Kids and toddlers? Meh. They’re short, fast, and sticky—Oakley’s unsure what to make of them. He prefers his tiny humans calm and snack-equipped.
Delivery drivers and garbage trucks? Sworn enemies. No one is more committed to protecting the home from the terrifying sounds of package drops or trash collection. His warning barks are loud, dramatic, and fueled by justice.
Dogs? Some are cool. Others? He’ll pass. He’s not rude—just not in the mood.
Life With a Dingus
Living with Oakley is like sharing space with a very handsome tornado that occasionally becomes a weighted blanket. He:
Chases invisible bugs
Runs in his sleep
Sits on you when “next to” just won’t cut it
Switches from chaos to cuddle in under 0.3 seconds
He’s goofy. He’s extra. He’s emotionally dramatic. And he’s full of more love than his wiggly body can hold.
Final Thoughts
At the end of the day—after the bugs have been hunted, the cats chased, the walks walked, and the car howled at—Oakley curls up with his humans, flops his long, ink-dipped ears over your leg, and sighs like a creature who has truly lived.
He may be dramatic. He may be a full-blown Dingus. But he’s also everything good in this world.
He’s Oakley.
Also Oaks.
Or Roakie Dokes.
Occasionally Dingo Dog.
Often Oakies or Roakies.
Always a good boy.
And forever your best friend.